Monthly Archives: August 2008

“The best music ever!” – some drunk guy in the off-licence near our house. “I’m not sure I understand it, put I’m proud of you.”- My mom “No comment.” – The Guardian My house, Squallyoaks, has made an album of … Continue reading →

Photo by Matthew Stone I’ve spend the past twenty-four hours locked in my bedroom immersed in Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist, trying to read myself into a better person. The decision came after I realized I couldn’t remember the last time … Continue reading →

I’m in Chelsea and Westminster Hospital and I can smell dead people. The foul stench of rotting flesh and fecal matter is crawling its way up through my nasal cavity and into my medulla oblongata, causing my heart to beat … Continue reading →